Chapter 697: Funeral

Chapter 697: Funeral

The next day.

Despite the massive amount of Reid's materials left in Lab Graveyard still waiting to be studied.

Despite Trinity, who had wholeheartedly protected him, being taken away by Fabio's mysterious forces, her fate unknown.

Elbert still made it a priority to visit a Miller family ancestral hall in East Mountain Province.

To attend Alfonso's funeral and see him off one last time.

This time, Elbert changed out of his usual unchanging outfit.

He specially bought a black shirt, and wearing it with his gloomy expression, he looked incredibly melancholic.

This Miller family hall was a rather old ancient building.

On both sides of the dozen stone steps were white flowers.

Many Miller family disciples stood on either side, their expressions sorrowful as they gazed into the distance.

Elbert slowly climbed the steps, his heart heavy.

At the entrance to the ancestral hall, Terry stood quietly and bowed to Elbert.

Elbert slowly walked inside.

In the center of the hall stood a sculpture over ten feet tall.

And Alfonso, already prepared and dressed, lay quietly beneath the sculpture, among a cluster of white flowers.

His eyes were closed, as if peacefully asleep.

The entire funeral felt cold and quiet.

The Miller family leader was an existence unknown to the world, so this funeral wasn't held with great fanfare, nor were there many guests.

Elbert stood quietly before Alfonso.

His feelings were indescribable.

Alfonso, who had been so full of life just a day ago, now lay in eternal sleep.

Sigh.

Elbert recalled scene after scene.

The first time he met Alfonso was when he was playing tricks on Sunflower Lane, making a grand entrance with overwhelming presence, worshipped by countless disciples.

After that, Alfonso had mocked him for a whole month—"You don't have a mecha."

And then.

The two of them studied Reid's secrets together.

Alfonso, afraid that Elbert would keep secrets from him, shamelessly followed him around in all sorts of ways. Very annoying.

Elbert's eyes grew moist.

Though Alfonso was a bit obnoxious, he wasn't bad at heart. He was a friend worth having. If he hadn't died young, he might have become a brother worth dying for someday.

Thinking to himself: If you're so capable, why don't you annoy me for a few more days?

I could still take it.

Better than you dying like this.

Elbert stared at Alfonso's face, always feeling like he was smiling faintly.

Elbert blinked, then frowned.

Could this kid be faking his death?

Elbert suddenly stepped forward, grabbed his wrist, then touched his neck with two fingers, then checked his breathing.

Robert's voice came: "No need to check, he's been showing no signs of life for a while now."

Elbert fell silent, bitterness in his voice: "Sorry, I didn't mean any disrespect."

Elbert looked up at the sky, trying hard to keep the tears in his eyes.

I wish you were playing tricks.

Using fake death to fool me.

Making me this sad—when the time comes, I'll definitely beat you up, keep beating you, leaving you with just one breath.

In the end.

Elbert still couldn't control himself. His heart collapsed, the grief unbearable, unable to believe what was before his eyes.

Next to this ancestral hall.

In a wooden two-story building, two figures were watching Elbert's every move through the wooden slats on the window.

"He's about to cry."

An eighteen or nineteen-year-old boy in white classical robes, hands tucked in his sleeves, his expression looking incredibly sneaky in the shadows. The corner of his mouth twitched as he let out a cold laugh, "Everything is going according to my plan..."

"Elbert, he..."

"Got played by me!"

"Haha!"

The white-robed boy laughed uncontrollably, plopping down in a nearby chair without any regard for his image, kicking his feet wildly in the air.

"Albert, did you see that?"

The boy deliberately lowered his voice, imitating Elbert's tone: "Sorry, I didn't mean any disrespect... Haha! I'm dying of laughter!"

The other figure in the room.

Albert, currently frowning slightly, "Leader Alfonso, I always feel... this isn't quite right. When he discovers the truth, he'll probably be furious..."

Alfonso was now laughing so hard tears were streaming down his face.

"Furious?"

"No way!"

"Did you see how heartbroken Elbert is right now? When he sees me later, he'll be just as happy!"

"How could he be furious?"

As Alfonso spoke, he went to the bed and peeked through the window slats at Elbert, who was mourning.

He immediately sneakily pulled his head back.

Crouching under the window, laughing so hard he could barely breathe, slapping his thigh repeatedly.

"Albert."

Alfonso said with a scheming smile: "I have another plan!"

Albert's body stiffened.

Yesterday, going before Elbert to act pitiful and say goodbye, today mobilizing over a hundred disciples to hold a fake funeral in front of the ancestor's sculpture—this was already completely outrageous, and there was still more...

Alfonso peeked at Elbert again, then immediately pulled his head back, excited beyond measure.

He rubbed his hands together: "In a bit, let's have a farewell ceremony, then you have Elbert come up on stage and give a memorial speech for me! Haha! How about that?"

Albert's expression looked somewhat unnatural, saying with difficulty: "I suggest you don't do this..."

"You're right!"

Alfonso tilted his head, frowning: "That still lacks some impact."

"I've got it!"

Alfonso suddenly clapped his hands, "In a bit, I'll cover my face, then sneak into the funeral and stand right next to Elbert!"

"Haha!"

As Alfonso spoke, he couldn't help but laugh out loud, "Then, when Elbert is mourning me to the point of heartbreak, I'll suddenly pull off my mask—surprise!"

"Haha!"

"Tell me, won't that be a surprise? Won't that be unexpected!"

"At that moment, Elbert will definitely jump up and shout, 'Oh my God!'"

"Haha!"

As Alfonso spoke, he was already doubled over with laughter, rolling on the floor.

Albert took a sharp breath, the scene already flashing through his mind.

Along with it came a strong, ominous premonition.

"Leader Alfonso, this plan... I suggest you think it through more carefully."

Alfonso waved his hand, "No need to think anymore. The most important thing in life is to be happy!"